643 5 3
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An electromagnetic pulse/
scrubbed the servers./
The clouds wisped and blew away, empty./
Markets lost what little mind they had.
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93 9 9
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697 11 9
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All else is unmoved/
and relentless in its indifference.
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627 5 4
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this is where we end --
the exorbitant eye of forgotten days.
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